Pho stood at the window of his throne room, his blank white eyes fixed on the crimson sky beyond the fortress walls.
The first thunder strike had caught his attention.
A massive bolt of blue lightning that had torn through his fortress like it was made of paper instead of black ice and stone.
Now there were more.
Thunder echoed across Floor 24 with rhythmic precision, each strike accompanied by a flash of blue light that illuminated the frozen wasteland.
The bolts came down from the sky itself, striking different sections of the fortress with devastating accuracy.
One hit the eastern wall. Another struck the barracks. A third obliterated part of the outer defenses.
Each impact sent tremors through the structure, shaking foundations that had stood for centuries.
Ice cracked and stone shattered beneath the assault.
And with each strike, Pho could feel demons dying.
Their essence snuffed out in an instant as the lightning's power overwhelmed them.
